The Misadventures Of Alastor M And Angel Dust (RadioDust)

✨What A Holiday Indeed Pt 2✨

The hazbins, with the addition of Lucifer, settled down in the lounge, resuming their conversation and deciding that, because of the King's recent arrival, they'll open the presents later. The King of Hell's advent brought a small bit of discomfort to them, but all in all, the evening went swimmingly.

And throughout their lighthearted conversation - at least, what the denizens of hell consider to be - Angel wouldn't stop brushing up against Lucifer, making the latter waste his magic for trivial things such as teleportation and levitation just to get away.

But as time goes on, the more Lucifer deems it pointless to use his magic on such petty reasons. So he just lets Angel do what he wants, given that he'd intervene if he got a little too close for comfort.

"So, Luci," Angel says seductively while slinking up to Lucifer once more, who immediately leans back.

"Please refrain from calling me that," he responds and keeps up his smile, though his patience is waning.

"What do ya say we get out of this hell hole?" Angel brushes up against him, hands on his chest.

Lucifer shivers unpleasantly and summons his staff to put some distance between the two of them.

"I completely understand your fascination with moi but perhaps do keep away, it's rude when you invade someone's personal space."

"How can I keep away if you're like a magnet that pulls me in," Angel husks and wiggles his eyebrows, inclining Lucifer to roll his eyes and just ignore his presence. It could've worked, if not for Angel.

"Don't go quiet on me now, big boy."

"Don't mistake my silence for caving in, peon. No sane person plan their murder out loud."

"I didn't say anythin' like that, but do tell how you'll murder me."

The latter then tries to ignore the former's prodding hands, eyes scanning the room for the umpteenth time that day, ever the observant one. Until something catches his attention. It's not the lovely carpet or the portraits hanging by the hotel walls. It's not even the hotel at all.

It's Alastor's expression. As a grin-enthusiast himself, Lucifer could tell if a smile is genuine or not. And just looking at the demon, it's abundantly clear that the most powerful being in hell is not grinning, but leering.

His smile is crooked, as if his lips are pulled back in a snarl, showing little bits of pink gums, and glistening sharp yellow teeth. His eyes glowing the brightest of red, as if fire itself is living within them, constantly roaring and roaring inside the small sphere containing them. His gaze sharp, as lethal as a ninja's blade and serrate as a saw that, if it so wishes, can cut through anyone like it's nobody's business. Bless the poor, unfortunate soul who it glares upon, - no wait, it's Lucifer. He's looking at Lucifer.

Lucifer raises his eyebrow to ask a silent question, Alastor's face only scrunches up. Angel thinks this is the right time to cup Lucifer's face.

Having had enough, the King is about to bitch slap him to pieces but the way Alastor only seems to get more riled up stops him. Lucifer squints his eyes in confusion.

'Is he... Jealous?'

He decides to put this to the test and wraps his arm around Angel's waist, making Angel yelp in surprise and Alastor to jump in his seat in shock.

"Wow, you're actually givin' in?" asks Angel, who is in utter shock.

Swallowing his pride, the latter doesn't break eye contact with the Radio Demon but purrs, "maybe."